Ever seen a lost goat? When a goat thinks it is lost, it runs around in a panic, screaming madly for the herd. I've seen goats step around the barn, lose line of sight on the other goats, and run around like this for fifteen minutes before figuring out the herd is only a few feet away. The herd ignores the panicked goat entirely, unless the lost goat is young enough for its mama to care. As a lost goat, where better to find other goats than on the seemingly endless plain of the blogosphere?

Friday, October 31, 2008

Well, it has been a while. But, basically, right now, all my weeks are pretty close to this one:

Monday - build fence. This includes pounding T-posts into the ground by hand. Come home dead tired, eat dinner, and sleep.Tuesday - I don't even remember what I did. Too tired I guess.Wednesday - More fence building.Thursday - go to weight watcher's meeting. Lose 1.8 lbs (yay) . Get an ashiatsu (sp) massage. Yourmasseuse does this with her feet, which might be a little kinky, if you didn't have my masseuse. Be too tired to go see Shakespeare in the park, even though it is free, and pass out at 9 pm.Today - hand seed 3 acres in clover. This entails walking around in the sun for hours. cranking a handle on a machine from Taiwan designed for a person a foot shorter and a hundred pounds lighter than me. Then build more fence.Tomorrow - finishing the darned fence (hopefully). Having a meeting with the Louisiana goat co-op in which a bunch of yammerheads and government employees talk for a long time and I space out. Moving the cows which have gotten into the wrong herd into the correct herds so that we can put the bull in with one of the herds.